Sherlock Holmes

You haven't touched your wine's drug.

I'm a most abstemious man.

Particularly on occasions like this, Dr. Watson.

Dr. Watson, how did you know my name?

Even in this remote spot, I've seen photographs of you and your friend, the famous Sherlock Holmes.

I'm just a little hurt that you both thought I was stupid enough to be fooled so easily.

You seem dreadfully sleepy, Dr. Watson.

I've got to go to sleep.

And sleep well, my friend.

I only hope that you don't have too much trouble waking up.

Well, my first conscious recollection was to find myself with a violent pounding in my head, lying in a small clearing between some trees.

Bending over me with a look of deep concern on his face was my old friend Sherlock Holmes.

Watson.

Watson, old chap, are you all right?

Yes, yes, I've got a frightful headache, Holmes.

What are you doing there in those clothes with that droopy moustache?

It proved a good enough passport to secure me employment at the stables here.

How did you get me out of Ponsonby's study?

The stables command an excellent view of the school building.

Your long absence worried me.